From Internet
The bird alighted
from the brush of a five year old-
it had wings of red heart-
its turquoise plumage glowed
against the ashen sky,
an umbrella sun-
it began to saunter
thinking about the creator
closing its eyes-
amidst blooms of hearts, stars…..
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #25 hosted by Thotpurge
sumanar/lekha 
Oh beautiful.. you’ve written to the image and yet posed a philosophical point… too good! Thanks for sharing with Micropoetry Month!
This is apt. I just spotted a painted pebble someone had left on a fence outside the supermarket and wondered at the significance.
Big smiles.
I love kids art. It is so pure. untouched by our need to outdo each other. And what imaginations they have, so vibrant and uncluttered.
My favorite part is that you make the art think of its creator. I mean we struggle with that with our own creators, but this feels more playful to me. That the art itself even cares back for the little hands that created it.
Beautifully written!
This is exquisite. I love its walking amidst bloomsof hearts and stars. Love the image too. I love rock art!
kaykuala
thinking about the creator
closing its eyes-
amidst blooms of hearts, stars…..
Providence will invariably be generous in extending some goodness and colors to accompany the night!
Hank
What a beautiful tribute to the art you have crafted…thinking about the Creator one can only be blessed.
What a delightful picture, and what a brilliant and beautiful ekphrastic poem entering into the spirit of it.